The Spot is a great walk-up burger joint two blocks off the beach on Linden Avenue in Carpenteria, California. I eat there every time I visit my father. The people at The Spot don’t know me from Adam, but if I lived in Carpinteria I would be a regular.
I don’t believe I ever saw David Winneguth, the man in the photograph. I only eat at The Spot once a year (ortega chili burger, fries, diet Coke no ice). I will probably never know any more about him other than the information posted at The Spot.
But he was known to the people there, who honored him by placing his celebration of life notice prominently and surrounding it with how they knew him: “hot dog/must, choc shake”.
I think of David as a well-loved regular who’s consistent smile was one the order-takers could rely on amidst the hit and miss of sometimes grumpy customers.
What an accolade to be remembered because of a smile and, I am sure from his smile, a kind disposition.
A smile is such a simple act––one that has such a pleasant effect on people.
Years ago I decided to smile all of the time. The first week was hard and I had to constantly remind myself to keep smiling––and then it became a habit. People who didn’t know me referred to me as the guy who smiled all the time. Almost every person I met smiled in return. I was like the Johnny Appleseed of smiles––for awhile. I don’t remember why I stopped.
I like to think that David Winneguth never stopped smiling.